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Fame:
This the death of you rap dudes, funeral and wake,
Rebirth of the MC everythin' you niggas ain't,
I'm the annihilation of weak minds frontin',
We back to wipe the dust off of that rewind button,
Word play makin' use of similies and metaphor,
Punchlines that hit so hard, they drop niggas jaws,
Make contact wit mic control of course,
Move the crowd then pause for that round of applause,
This is the result, of makin' real music,
Now in days all of the competition are foolish,
Fame you're so sick, I'm like no shit,
Nigga so is everyone else in my while click,
Ground Zero, yes we represent a change,
You rappers committed murder, I'ma resurrect the game,
We don't concentrate on ring tones or record sales,
If we get your respect, how the fuck could our records fail?...
Caliber:
No, I will never accept lesser than best,
Now go, if every word ain't from your chest,
Now know, Ground Zero ain't in it for the checks,
We're in it to win it, rippin' and flippin' every cynic,
Go right ahead and write your sorry ass rhymes,
Cuz we both know they'll never compare to Fame's or mine,
And I know it ain't fair for the feablest minds,
You'll never equal the lines, beat you then eat through your rhymes,
Now what to do?, it wasn't expected, lyrical excallence,
Used to hearin' pessimist, claimin' that they rippin' it,
Flippin' the script on'em, we bringing it back,
Resurrect hip-hop, so we can murder every track,
Go and do it time and again, and get aquited,
Like O.J. Simpson, come back just to re-live it,
Blow the doors off the industry, you know what the difference is?,
I'm in it for the game, you in it for the gimmicks bitch...
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